Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2606: Magically modified Type rifle!

When Duanwu heard this, a glimmer of expectation and excitement flashed in his eyes. He and Ma Ping'an walked out of the wooden house and strode out of the camp.

Outside the camp, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on a busy scene. Several figures were working together to unload heavy machinery and equipment from the carriage, and sweat on their foreheads sparkled with joy.

Shuanzi walked in front with a smug smile on his face. As soon as he saw Duanwu, he strode towards him.

"Leader Ye, I brought all the equipment you used. Come and have a look."

As he spoke, Shuanzi pointed to the crude lathe that had just been unloaded from the carriage.

Most of these lathes are made of wood as the frame, with a small amount of steel.

Although it looks a bit rustic and not as heavy as those steel machine tools, one can see the wisdom of the Chinese working people from it.

At this moment, Shuanzi seemed to remember something and said quickly, "Oh, by the way, Leader Ye, let me introduce you to a real expert. This is the blacksmith Lao Wang. He is a famous skilled craftsman in our area. Most of these devices are made by him and his apprentices."

Following Shuanzi's introduction, an old man with a burly figure and a weathered face slowly walked over.

Duanwu quickly stepped forward and shook hands with the other party: "Master Wang, I have heard of your name for a long time! My name is Ye Xiuwen, thank you very much for coming."

Old Wang smiled and said modestly, "Leader Ye, you are too polite. It is an honor for an old man like me to contribute to the anti-Japanese cause. When all the members of the Anti-Japanese Battalion and the Independent Regiment died in the battle, I thought that China was finished, but I didn't expect that there is still our Anti-Japanese United Army."

As he spoke, Lao Wang couldn't help but shed tears.

Duanwu said solemnly: "Don't worry, old man, our Anti-Japanese League will not perish."

"Good! Good!"

Lao Wang said "OK" twice in a row, and his voice became choked.

Seeing this, Duanwu quickly asked Ma Pingan to take people to move all the machines down, and then prepare food for the people brought by Suanzi.

As for Lao Wang, Duanwu directly invited him to drink.

It is not difficult to hear from Shuanzi's words that when the Anti-Japanese Brigade produced its own Type 38 submachine guns, it was probably this Old Wang who was in charge.

In this way, the construction of the arsenal would be much easier.

So, while Duanwu accompanied Lao Wang for a drink, he discussed the matters of the arsenal with Lao Wang.

Lao Wang answered Duanwu's questions one by one and also shared his experiences over the past year.

Although the Anti-Japanese Brigade was gone, Lao Wang never let it go in his heart. He always thought that one day, Captain Qi would come back with his men to fight.

Although many people said that Captain Qi had sacrificed his life, he still felt that the mythical Captain Qi would not die so easily.

Until yesterday, Shuanzi found him again and said that Captain Qi had returned, but had changed his name.

Without saying a word, Lao Wang brought his apprentice and followed Suanzi back.

When he saw Duanwu for the first time, Lao Wang felt a strange feeling in his heart, otherwise he would not have been able to stop crying when the Anti-Japanese Brigade was mentioned.

Duanwu knew before that whether it was the six, the little five, or the one-eyed dragon, they all thought he was someone else.

So Duanwu felt that he should really change his name and raise the banner of the Anti-Japanese Brigade again.

Of course, this requires an opportunity, and it is necessary to discuss with other key personnel, such as Ma Shanpao and Long Qianyan. After all, the current guerrillas were originally the Chunjianghao guerrillas.

And Ma Shanpao, in particular, is obsessed with the name Chunjiang Hao Guerrillas.

Therefore, during the Duanwu Festival, the focus of work was still on the arsenal.

Therefore, in addition to discussing with Lao Wang how to quickly produce the Type 38 assault rifle, he also talked about the improvement of the Type 38 rifle from the basic gun manufacturing:

"Old Wang, look, we plan to make some improvements to the design of this Type 38 assault rifle while maintaining its original advantages. We want to make its shooting accuracy higher and its recoil smaller. We can also increase its range."

Lao Wang listened carefully to Duanwu's advice, his brows sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed, but in the end he still frowned:

"Leader Ye, your idea is good. But with our current equipment, we can't make a breakthrough.

Captain Qi said the same thing to me before.

However, we were using the Japanese rifle bullets. Although this type of ammunition had very little recoil in single-shot mode, continuous shooting would cause the gun to shake.

However, since we need to shorten the barrel of the Type 38 rifle, this will result in a decrease in its range and accuracy.

So unless we give up modifying the Japanese's Type 38 rifle, we can only maintain the status quo."

Duanwu nodded helplessly, because he had thought about this before. Unless they gave up on modifying the Type 38 rifle, the drawbacks of these submachine guns would always exist.

Of course, Duanwu will not give up on the magic modification. Although the Type 38 submachine gun will shake violently when firing continuously, it can still fire continuously. If the shooting speed is slowed down, the shooting will become very stable.

Moreover, Duanwu thought that the barrel of the Type 38 rifle could be shortened a little, so that the effective range of the gun could be extended to about two hundred and fifty meters.

After hearing Duanwu's suggestion, Lao Wang rethought it and felt that this method was feasible.

Since we have already sacrificed the advantage in speed, we might as well take advantage of the shooting distance.

Lao Wang said: "If we follow this method, I can start the transformation right away. But I need a relatively safe place as an arsenal, otherwise repeated migrations will definitely delay production speed."

Duanwu nodded heavily, but at this time, Lao Wang said: "I still need manpower. With just me and my two apprentices, we can modify two Type 38 submachine guns in a day at most."

Duanwu fell into thought again. Manpower is indeed a problem. The guerrillas have people, but those people need to fight. It is impossible to fight and produce at the same time.

But suddenly, Duanwu thought of someone, and that person was Huo Feng.

He almost forgot about this woman, and it seemed like he hadn't seen her for a day.

Duanwu smiled, not knowing whether this woman would feel that he had neglected him.

So Duanwu said to Lao Wang: "Master Wang, you take a rest first, I will find someone for you, and there is a relatively safe environment to build a factory."

Lao Wang quickly stood up and said, "Leader Ye, don't think I'm afraid of death. If necessary, I dare to go to the battlefield with a gun!"

Duanwu smiled and said, "Of course, but I can't bear to let you go to the battlefield. I'm afraid we'll need you to supply our guerrillas with weapons and ammunition in the future."

Lao Wang laughed and said, "Leader Ye, don't worry. As long as I am still alive, our guerrillas will never run out of guns and bullets!"

(End of this chapter)